"Nonsense!" exclaimed the young man, rather impolitely it must be confessed.
He started to descend into the hold. The skipper's voice rose out of it:
"Get away from there! This ain't any place for you, Mr. Darry. Hustle that pipe-line."
"Is it serious, Skipper?" demanded the young collegian, anxiously.
"I don't know how bad it is yet. Tell the helmsman to head nor'east. Maybe we'd better make for some anchorage, after all."
Darry ran to the wheelhouse. The other passengers began to get excited. Nell ran to her father and told him what she had first discovered.
"Well, having discovered the fire in time, undoubtedly they will be able to put it out," said Dr. Stanley, comfortingly.
But this did not prove to be easy. Skipper Pandrick had to come up after a while for a breath of cool air and to remove his oilskins. Darry and Burd got into overalls and helped in handling the hose. The steam needed to work the pump, however, brought the engines down to a very slow movement. The Marigold scarcely kept her headway.
The fire, which had undoubtedly been smouldering a long time, was obstinate. The water the skipper and his helpers poured upon it raised the level of water in the bilge until Darry declared he feared the yacht would be water-logged.